In between the jobs and chores I had to keep H and P entertained.

I resorted to the old favourite, ‘I spy’. But P couldn’t win or guess any before H or me and she was getting a little upset.

It was my turn, again, so I lent over and whispered in her ear.

‘It will be Toaster,’ I said, conspiratorially.

I don’t know why but mischief got the better of me.

‘I spy with my little eye something beginning with R,’ I recited.

‘TOASTER!’ shouted P victoriously.

I hope I haven’t put her off playing.